Dripping Water And Self Esteem

I was 11 years old when I started getting bullied at school. A group of ten girls made comments about everything from my facial and body structure to the way I walked down the halls. I would come home only to lock myself in my room and cry. It did not take long for the bullying to take its toll on me. I became incredibly lethargic, miserable, anxious, and antisocial. I started to fake sickness to get out of going to school, my grades slipped, and my appearance became sickly. Slowly, I started to despise the girl who looked back at me in the mirror. These characteristics did not fit my usual self and the people closet to me started to

I am sure every sixth-grade class had at least one kid who was the focal point for bullies. The class was a place for bullies to be in “their own spot”. In the fifth grade, I fought against my inability to make friends, so I did things to garner attention. I thought that if I had enough of the class’s attention or the teacher, I would be safe.

Bringing back when I was in elementary/middle school at Soaring Heights Charter School. There were a lot of bullies in my school. I was one of the kids being bullied. I was mainly bullied because of my learning disability. I was also bullied because I was really short back then as well as doing nasty habits. Because of these reasons, I had limited friends and had social issues with talking and making friends.

As of today, I've attended four different schools. In elementary school, I was constantly bullied for being Asian. Peers would make fun of my eyes for being "too big" for an Asian, asked inappropriate questions regarding if I ate a certain domesticated animal, or talk to me as if I couldn't understand English. To overcome the bullying, I became someone who I wasn't. I was not myself and I hated it. I had to be this other person just so people did not bother me. I started to become the bully, changed what I ate, how I dressed and started to cover up my insecurities. I use to put my hair in ponytails or in a bun then leaving it down because I was made fun of my buddha shaped ears. I didn't want to speak to my family because they all had a specific

After graduating at the top of my 8th grade class and being named the valedictorian, my future appeared to be bright. By this time, I already envisioned having a career in the military. The road to getting to the top of my class was by no means easy. The mental strain placed on me through bullying was immeasurable. I knew what I wanted to do in life, but being degraded by the people who were supposed to stand by my side as friends took away a lot of my motivation and confidence. How could the same people I trust steal things from me and harass me? The effects of these incidents were displayed throughout my ninth-grade year in high school

In Jr. High, I just wanted to fit in with everyone and feel like a family. My group of friends started bullying another person by calling him names, excluding him out of activities, and making him feel like an outcast. I was peer pressured into calling him names too, because I felt my friends leaving me behind because I wasn’t making jokes about him. I never knew how in this situation was until I saw him sit alone at lunch, I quickly realized my actions were wrong, but a simple word like sorry wouldn’t do anything. I had to show it through my actions, I told my friends to stop and I went to go sit with him. I had to change myself for the better, I didn’t want to change for the worse. He told me that everyone would do anything just to fit in and he was right. My conflict made me the better person I am today, I couldn’t tell what was right and wrong, but through this experience, my desires have changed. I had to show it through my actions, I told my friends to stop and I went to go sit with him. I had to change myself for the better, I didn’t want to change for the worse. He told me that everyone would do anything just to fit in and he was right. My conflict made me the better person I am today, I couldn’t tell what was right and wrong, but through this experience, my desires have

I never forget what I got bullied by classmates for three years in the middle school. The middle school where I went was small and had two classrooms; there were twenty students in each classroom. Thus, most students knew each other and were friendly. I was friendly with them when I was a freshman. However, when I became a sophomore, some classmates started bullying me every time. For example, team members always hit and shouted at me if my soccer team lost in physical education class: “We lost this game because you acted like a moron!”, and kicked me. Furthermore, some classmates stole my stuff, such as textbooks or school supplies. Thirdly, some classmates hit me since superiority complex to show they were stronger than me because I was short

By the time I was 13, middle school subjugated me to bullying where quite a few of my peers ostracized me for being the eccentric, shy, nerdy girl

In the halls, at lunch, anywhere we were together he said mean comments. He started to punch and pinch me. I got bruises all over my arm.

For example, when I was in Middle School they used to bully me all the time.This kid named ”Alex” used to call me fat letty;therefore,my self esteem was really low.I always felt insecure of my body because I was overweight.When I was in the halls and saw them I used to walked the opposite direction from them ;in addition,I never wanted to go to school.I started getting low grades,and I went to court because I had numerous absences.When I went on the bus Alex’s friends used to through me toilet paper,spit balls,wrapping papers,water,etc.I always felt horrible;in addition, I told my mom to change me schools but I didn’t tell her why.One time,they locked me up inside a locker for 30 minutes until a janitor finally heard me.Those were the worst longest minutes of my life,and I thought that as soon as I got out I was going to tell the adults everything.That problem made me the person that I’m now.Being bullied made me realize not to let

After 3rd grade, I was okay fourth grade was calm nothing really eventful happened. Then came fifth grade the bullying got worse if I got sad I didn’t come home crying I came home a little depressed and I would cry myself to sleep. One day I went to school and the guy that I hadn’t liked in years Dominic Pugh sat beside me at breakfast and he lost it, he asked me if I could move, he didn’t even ask me

In my 8th grade year of middle school, I made a bad decision. I responded out of character to my bullies. I felt overwhelmed by their actions, their words, and their humiliation. I went in from recess and asked the media specialist to borrow scissors, and in anger begin to chase my taunters. Fortunately,

“I want to be the best person I can be. I want to define myself instead of having others define me”. All throughout high school students defined me as “the Bully” but it wasn't always that way. I'm a true believer in the saying “ Don't judge a book by it's cover” because you never really know a person's true colors unless you take the time to get to know them. I often wonder how or why I got stuck with this title. As I walk up and down the halls I can feel the silent judgement of others, critiquing the way I talk and the way I look.

I was always told between k4-4th grade I wasn't going to ever be as smart as my grade class. I was always told I was I would never be able to read at my grade level. I was always told you can’t do it because I had a I.E.P.. But I was never told you can do it,you can improve. I was bullied because I couldn’t read like other kids could. No one wanted to be my friend except my best and oldest friend my first friend who I didn’t see for 5 years and now we are talking again.

I am a former student of High School, while I was a student at there was a time where a teacher got angry at me over a simple misunderstanding over food and screamed at me at the top of their lungs for several minutes this is a form of emotional and verbal abuse to a child. As a child I was sensitive and timid and disliked conflict, because I grew up in an environment where there was much conflict and as such I avoided it as much as possible. As I grew up in elementary school I was bullied by other classmates, people would push me from behind or trip me so that I would fall down or spread rumors behind my back but I was never harassed by a teacher because I believed them to be above such things, it turns out I was wrong. As a teenager I was